we sit in the gym
kettle bells ring a soundless cacophony
blue blooded monsters sweating silently

when a trance starts to play
they look up their heads to the sound
it comforts them
it gives them a pulse
which these lifeless hunks aren’t used to.

but i
listen to the trance

and i feel my blue blood boil to red
i am not feeling a pulse.
but i am alive
and i
hate it all.